Solitude

Looking at the stars and contemplating my hectic life, then the tree creaks and puts things into perspective once again.

Chaos and the world is yours.
Lost in this vast black studded blanket,
frisking for a seasoned way out.
The earth is spinning...
and churning...
and moving...
and crawling...

The Wise Maple creaks a lyric and
solitude once again.

Author's Note

This is short. I might add on to it later, I don't know.